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head on Glory’s shoulder “I am
still investigating why mortal women wear them. It’s a conundrum I
can’t solve.”
    “I think it’s
because they push your arse and tits out. I think men must also
encourage them so that women cannot run away.”
    “That is a
logical proposition.” Liberty sighed “I’ve had a really shit
morning.”
    “Yes I can tell
sweetie. So you couldn’t get a clear view of Val? She sounded fine
on the phone when I spoke to her so there really isn’t a need to
worry.”
    “No it was odd.
I went sideways almost and saw that you would be where you were
making that speech, but I couldn’t zoom and see Val make the call.
It’s most odd, it’s never happened before. I’m going to speak to my
dad about it later. Obviously I can’t see everything all of the
time, I have my blind spots but Val was never one of them. She’s
still not picking up my calls. This doesn’t sit well with me.”
    “Perhaps you’re
tired.” Glory knew full well that gods don’t really get that tired,
but she thought that in such situations it was the established
social protocol to say something of that sort.
    “Yes, perhaps I
am. And the new recruit, what do you think of her so far?” Liberty
asked.
    “I think she’s
rather shiny. I adore her which is a little disconcerting. I can’t
stand most people, I can barely tolerate you.”
    “Are you
joking?”
    “No.”
    “Are we going
to the pub post-Valhalla?” Liberty changed the subject.
    “Of course
double whammy tonight; karaoke after the pub quiz. We can turn up
at Valhalla at 6pm pre-drink, chat a bit to everyone so Freya
remembers we were there and fuck off to the Queen’s Head before
7.30pm.” Glory had risen out of the gloom that Liberty had found
her in.
    “Cool, I’m
going to go and have a wander. You wouldn’t believe my morning. The
fuckers were asking to go to heaven again.”
    “God in the
singular.”
    “I can see the
allure of it. An omnifather who knows everything, does everything
and adores everything about you no matter how bloody awful you are.
What does the average mortal actually get out of death: eternity as
a shade under Hades or Osiris or whoever else’s list they end up
on. Instead of really living they temper their appetites in futile
hope. The ‘weakness’ of one man is most likely his very reason to
be: such condescension. If I were mortal I’d swallow, I’d gorge and
I’d vomit it all back up. No glass undrunk from, no girl unkissed,
no song unsung.” Liberty said with sheer conviction.
    “If you were
human, you’d be bloated.” Glory was contemplating the idea of an
‘omnifather’ and was slightly terrified by the idea, particularly
if this ‘omnifather’ was anything like her actual father.
    “There’s a
certain meaning to human lives because they are so short and so
very pointless. Well no, they have no intrinsic meaning in their
own right but their ephemerality reminds me of how bloody long
eternity is going to be.” Liberty said.
    “The mortals
are background noise. Well flowers really and we’re bored
housewives rearranging their cut stems to make our tables look
prettier. Sweet williams and daisies and roses and lilies all in
bloom, until they are no longer sweet smelling. They start to rot,
their petals fall and the water at the bottom of the vase begins to
sludge. You get that happy-sad feeling watching them turn decayed
over a warm afternoon. Yet the decent few do act like they’ll live
forever. Have you ever really loved a mortal?” Glory asked.
    “Not really,
how can you? I thought a few very sweet, but love, no. You?”
    “I could never
love anyone. Even attempting such emotion is impossible for me, let
alone it all being so fucking tedious. I was fond of George until,
you know…” Glory said tailing off.
    “Apollo kicked
him out of London.” Liberty said.
    “Yes, poor,
poor George Gordon. Apollo can’t bare competition in the over-sexed
poet stakes. On that note have you got a